Daisy,
when the season comes,
you will vanish like
other flowers go.
So I resist myself,
hold myself,
and tell myself
to stay away.
Your scent is addictive.
When I touch you,
you are addictive.
But time is a bitch,
I know it is,
so I try to stop
before it is time to
watch you drop,
But I don't want to stop,
and how am I to block
when the clock is
yet to stop?
But again,
when the season comes
you will vanish like
other flowers go.
When the season comes
you will vanish like
other flowers go
But you ask me to
fall in more,
feel the warmth
in your heart.
Then, you tell me
you'll be the one,
so I make you
my little one.
Deep inside I know,
and I keep pretend
I don't.
But,
once you walk that path,
there is no way
you'll be back.
Let me burn that
sun so there's no meaning
for all the seasons
that come and go.
Let me earn this
world so there's no meaning
for all the reasons
to let you go.
But, I know
it's impossible because
I'm no God,
it's impossible.
Even if I rip my pride,
you should be mine,
then things will be
＂all＂ right.
Am I trying to fight
with nature?
I won't cry,
but it's just torture
(oh dang).
I'm sorry.
But I still,
I'm sorry,
but I still love you
Daisy,
when the season comes,
you will vanish like
other flowers go.
But,
you wait in the morning,
even when we knowingly
walk that bridge
called mourning.
I still walk to you,
run to you,
and say hello to you.
I may look like
I'm blinded,
but nothing's colliding.
Where we're about to be
heading is like known faith,
decided end,
but nothing matters to
me so long as you stay
with me the moment;
that's what matters me.
But again, when the
season comes you will
vanish like other
flowers go.
When the season comes
you will vanish like
other flowers go
But you ask me to
fall in more,
feel the warmth
in your heart.
Then, you tell me
you'll be the one,
so I make you
my little one.
Deep inside I know,
and I keep pretend
I don't.
But,
once you walk that path,
there is no way
you'll be back.
Let me burn that
sun so there's no meaning
for all the seasons
that come and go.
Let me earn this
world so there's no
meaning for all the
reasons to let you go.
But, I know it's
impossible because
I'm no God,
it's impossible.
Even if I rip my pride,
you should be mine,
then things will be
＂all＂ right.
Am I trying to fight
with nature?
I won't cry,
but it's just torture
(oh dang).
I'm sorry.
But I still,
I'm sorry,
but I still love you
Let me burn that
sun so there's no meaning
for all the seasons
that come and go.
Let me earn this
world so there's no
meaning for all the
reasons to let you go.
But, I know
it's impossible because
I'm no God,
it's impossible.
Even if I rip my pride,
you should be mine,
then things will be
＂all＂ right.
Am I trying to fight
with nature?
I won't cry,
but it's just torture
(oh dang).
I'm sorry.
But I still,
I'm sorry,
but I still love you